#leprosy
My sympathy depleted
My friendships deleted
I have been defeated
By truths that hit so hard
I was decleated
By intense hatred deep-seeded
My history was repeated
I guess a three-armed mutant
Has no need for a right hand man
Until his leprosy riddled hands rot off
When he needs them the most
But his ***** limbs had been pretty useless for a while
Since he had lost feeling in them
He had to do a biopsy on his life
After the inaccurate results of the smear test
He took antibiotics to rid himself of the bacteria
But that didn't heal the nerve damage
He yearned for the rhetoric to be less inflammatory
So he took steroids
Transforming the ***** into an ogre
With no semblance of humanity
...Except for the people he devours
Their patience is delicious
He eats that first
Their pity is a delicacy
A rare treat
Their disgust tastes sour
But it's a feast
His cannibalism may seem callous
But the non-mutant lepers take Thalidomide
And get pregnant
Their kids come out defected
With an intense, deep-seeded hatred for three-armed mutants
And lepers and ogres look exactly the same
To those of another species
Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 5:51 PM UTC
*THIS IS THE LEPROSY TANGO
Imagine a lepers' hospital somewhere in the jungle;
it's St Valentines Day and everyone is looking for love.
Let the music begin...*
Leprosy!
I think I've got leprosy;
At least my doctor
Assures me it's so.
Oh! Oh! Oh!
Leprosy!
I'm pleased I've got leprosy;
At least for the moment,
Till my privy parts go.
One by one my bits
And pieces, they drop off
And I must be so careful
Whenever I cough.
Yes! Yes! Yes!
Leprosy!
Oh yes, I have leprosy
And I'm so happy
Cos it's a great way to go.
OLE!
Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 11:50 AM UTC
Head and Shoulders, knees and toes
That's the way the story goes
Here is something no one knows
To lepers...it's important
It's the inventory song
You may think that this is wrong
Put me back where I belong
But, lepers need to do this
Count your digits 'fore you leave
It's a fact you must believe
They're not out for to deceive
They need to inventory
If they count and all is there
They face the world without a care
They lose their parts, but not their hair
Their day will be successful
Head and Shoulders, Knees and toes
That's the way the old song goes
I've got four fingers and six toes
I guess I'll put some gloves on
The inventory song is neat
It teaches them, they need two feet
Or they can't walk down the street
It really is important
Gripping things is kind of tough
When digits...you've not enough
You know your fingers' with your stuff
You'll go and find it later
So, if you think that this is wrong
And you do not like this song
Put me back where I belong
I think this song's a service
Head and Shoulders, Knees and Toes
I've a friend with half a nose
Now you know what no one knows
Inventory is required.
.
May 2, 2012
May 2, 2012 at 6:37 PM UTC
saw it coming
long before
rancid flesh
hard to ignore
cast away
tossed to the wolves
among the canis lupus
the depraved rule
far below
a dark
network of caves
await his knaves
patiently plotting and
oh so wise
for they are destined to pose
as sheep
in disguise
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 10:15 PM UTC